"Look for death!" the Count roared, and slammed his mountain-like tail into it.

Aslanthia swung the bone blade that had just blocked the Earl, and then the scene in front of him continued to change, and there was a sudden fishy sweetness in his mouth, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been thrown into the mountain by the Earl's tail, and was spitting blood embedded in the hole that was smashed open by his own body.

However, suddenly, the whole valley trembled violently, and huge cracks spread out one after another from the cave that Aslanthia had smashed out, and the blood-red mist spewed out along the cracks but did not disperse, and the rich blood qi gradually solidified, becoming like jelly.

In the pit, Aslantiya smiled and opened his blood-glittering eyes, and the blood sickle suddenly burst out with a burst of blood, which actually cut the entire mountain in half.

"The third stage of the bloodshed. Whispering freely, Aslanthia exhaled slowly, her blood-colored wings suddenly increased by a pair, and a look of excitement appeared in her blood-light pupils, and even her breath rose sharply.

"Do you want to create a home environment for yourself?" the Count looked at the blood mist surrounding him, and his huge body swirled and became much more vigilant. The blood clan's attainments in magic are incomparable to the demons, so he doesn't dare to slack off. It's just that he doesn't understand why it was only at this time that Aslantiya began to set up their home stadium to provide them with some advantages, and wouldn't it have been better at the beginning?

The so-called creation of the home field is actually to create a combat environment with suitable attributes for oneself, which will bring oneself a certain advantage to a greater or lesser extent.

Aslantia shook her wings and reappeared in the earl's field of vision, and said slowly, "Guess?"

With that, she raised the blood scythe high with both hands, and the blood qi in the sky suddenly surged towards the blood sickle like iron filings attracted by a magnet, and in a few breaths, an illusory giant scythe almost ten meters long was condensed behind the blood sickle, and the black lightning continued to swim on the huge scythe between the blood qi rolling, and even the space around the sickle was slightly distorted.

"The whole army...... Evacuate!" Seeing that Aslanthia was about to cut off the scythe full of destruction with a wave of his arms, the soul fire in the earl's eyes suddenly bloomed several times brighter, and the huge body quickly circled together, and the long feet that were originally like ribs were constricted together, and they actually turned themselves into a shield.

It's not normal, that force is so abnormal. Even if the home field is built, it is impossible to gain such a huge power in an instant. Although he was able to take this blow, the army behind him was not necessarily, and if the follow-up action was affected because of this blood clan, the loss would inevitably be too great.

Looking at the Count who had completely abandoned the attack and the army of skeletons that had retreated like a tide, Aslanthia licked her lips and slashed the blood scythe with a sudden wave of her arms, and the huge scythe swooped down with a roar, slashing directly at the Count's shield-like body without any fancy faces.

The sound of the earth cracking swept through the narrow valley in an instant, and the shock wave swept across the ground with the stirred up gravel and dust, sweeping away the skeleton soldiers of the entire camp almost instantly, and in the darkness, a group of soul fire condensed out, obviously they had already "died" once in the impact just now.

However, immediately after, the pitch-black lightning instantly spread out in all directions, burning many of the newly resurrected skeleton soldiers into nothingness, and even the Count, who was huddled in a defensive posture, was covered with black electric sparks that had not dispersed for a long time, and some squirmed in pain. However, Rao's entire valley was razed to the ground by this blow, and the Count did not suffer any substantial damage, and after its huge body slowly rotated, the four soul fires were still bright under the protection of the heavy bone spurs.

"Can't the all-out attack of the third stage of the battle blood break through this turtle shell? Sure enough, the count-level demon clan is still too strong for me now...... But can you use it to break through to the fourth stage of the battle blood?" Aslanthia quietly looked at the Count not far away, a little hesitant, "infinitely close to death...... This guy's attack shouldn't have wiped me out directly, right?ah, yes, even if it's death, it should be a good feeling to experience it once, right?hahaha......"

The Earl looked at Aslantia who suddenly laughed wildly for some reason, and his huge body suddenly spun around, and it seemed that the speed was still increasing, and after a while, even the blood qi on the ground was attracted and gradually rotated.

Looking at the Count, who was spinning at an accelerated pace in place, Aslanthia felt his irrepressible anger: "Because I wiped out your subordinates, so you are angry? Okay, come and ...... with me"

But before he could finish speaking, a black shadow suddenly flew up and pierced directly through Aslantiya's body.

"Huh?" Lowering his head and looking at the huge hole in his chest in disbelief, Aslanthia suddenly saw that countless bone spurs were dragging out of the Count's body, which was already spinning like a whirlwind, and he was hit by such bone spurs.

The sharp pain swept through the brain in an instant, and Aslantia fell weakly from mid-air, slamming into the ground so hard that she almost broke her body in two.

"The wound is too big...... Isn't it too late to heal?" Aslantia struggled to crawl towards the blood sickle that had fallen not far away, but her arm was suddenly broken into two pieces, and the mirror-like smooth bone blade reflected her somewhat stunned face at this time, but it was immediately obscured by the gushing blood.

Looking up, the Count's huge figure was above him, four bright soul fires burning, as if mocking her incompetence.

"As you deserve to be an earl, I lost. Aslantia smiled at the Count, and there was a hint of reluctance in that smile. In the battle of the strong, there is only one move that really determines the fate, no matter how inconspicuous this move is, how ordinary it is, as long as it is not taken, it is the end of death, "Come on, give me the last blow!"

The Count said no more, and raised one of his forefeet, and the bone blade stabbed down.

The corners of Aslantiya's mouth turned strangely, and the eyes that had lost the will to fight suddenly burst out with dazzling blood light, and the blood sickle that fell a few meters away also suddenly flew out, and the bone blade was deflected with a ding, and then a whirlwind turned in the air, taking Aslantia and the Count away.

It's just that at this time, Aslantiya's whole body exuded a dazzling blood-colored light, and the originally terrifying wound healed rapidly, as a whole

The aura also continued to rise, and the blood mist that had originally covered the ground rose one after another and shrouded her body, and the pitch-black techniques continued to flash in it, which actually completely protected her in the black magic.

Shocked by the changes in Aslantia, the Count was suddenly a little overwhelmed. The blood clan is not a race with strong vitality, compared to the undead in the demon race, it is simply a "life" existence. And the Earl was also very sure that his blow was enough to give Aslanthia a fatal injury, but why did Aslantia burst out with such a powerful aura at this moment?

Even...... And even now Aslantia is about to catch up with himself?

The earl naturally did not wait until the end, and when he found that things were gradually out of his control, he launched several attacks on the blood mist in succession, but no matter how powerful the slash was, the huge bone blade that could easily pierce even the cliff could not pierce the seemingly loose blood mist at all.

Swinging the bone blade again, a blood light suddenly burst out from the blood mist, and it directly cut off the bone blade stabbed by the earl, and the blue mist-like blood was scattered all over the ground like rain.

The earl, who had lost his forefoot, hissed, but saw that the blood mist was gradually dispersing at this moment, and Aslantiya, who was still dying, looked at him with a smile, and the third pair of blood wings was slowly condensing behind her.

"A talent that can only be stimulated in times of crisis, and this bloodline contains such a nasty thing. If the blood in your own body does not have such strange properties. I went to negotiate with humans, and I really believed that my sister would not die at the negotiating table so easily...... What kind of talent is this, it's a curse entirely, a curse that you have to fight to live. ”

As soon as the arm was raised, the blood light that had cut off the Earl's forefoot suddenly swirled back into Aslantiya's hand, it turned out to be the blood-colored scythe, but the color of the blood on the scythe at this time appeared to be more pure, and the cold glow on the sickle blade became much sharper.

"Knowing that NDE can help me reach Stage 4 is not worth it if I accidentally do die. ”

"There is no such ability among the Fifty-Seven Clans!" the Count stared cautiously at Aslanthia with his four forelegs outstretched, and at the same time began to mobilize his magic power frantically, and Dawson's bone-white technique began to unfold around his bone blade. Although it is not superior to the blood clan in terms of the strength of magic, the power caused by magic and powerful ** is enough to redeem the unilateral disadvantage, "You, who are you!"

"Of course it's the Blood Clan Elder. Aslanthia said, slowly raising the blood scythe......